AN: Hey there! I know a few of you have requested a part two to The Royal Maid drabble, and I'm working on it, it's just turning out to be longer than I thought, so in the mean time, I wrote a short drabble based of a tumblr post that had a bunch of au prompts. Hope you like it, and if you have any drabble requests feel free to send them!

Prompt: You can't get tattooed drunk, come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we'll talk.

It had been a few hours into their girls night when Caroline, Bonnie and Elena were stumbling out of the night club. The bartender had been very nice to them to say the least, and it helped that he also seemed to have eyes for Bonnie. They were on the sidewalk, waiting for their cab to arrive, when Caroline made out a tattoo shop a few doors down.

"Guys! We have to do this," she said, walking down to glance into the shop. They were still open, and she saw the back of whom she thought was one of the artists, and what a fine back it was, she thought.

"I don't know," Bonnie said.

"C'mon! We've been saying we want to get tattoos since freshman year, why not do it now?" she said.

Bonnie giggled, shrugging her shoulders as Elena, the most sober of the three of them, looked over at her.

Caroline went in, leaning on the counter in front of her.

"Excuse me!" she said.

The man from before turned around, and she found the front matched the back just fine. He had curly brown hair and blue eyes that were currently directed at her. He smirked at her as he came over, dimples appearing on his face.

"What can I do for you, love?" he said.

She felt her skin warm up at his accent, and she couldn't help but smile at him.

"I want a tattoo," she said.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, definitely," she said.

"Hmm, and what do you want a tattoo of exactly?" he asked.

"Well that depends," she said, "what's your name?"

She winked at him and he chuckled.

"Klaus," he said.

"That's what I want, that name, on my ass. That'll be easy to hide right?" she said.

She heard Bonnie and Elena giggle behind her and she looked at them.

"Care, maybe we should come back another time," Elena said.

"I'd have to agree with your friend, sweetheart. From the looks of it, you're quite drunk, and you can't get tattooed that way. Come back in the morning and if you still want my name on your ass we'll talk," he said.

She pouted, murmuring an "okay" and he smiled at how cute she looked.

The made their way out of the shop, catching a cab home shortly after.

Caroline woke up, the sun streaming in through the window. Her head was pounding and she was sure her make up was smudged all over her face. She picked up her phone, finding messages from Bonnie and Elena.

Still up for that tattoo? Read Bonnie's message.

She reread the message, confused at first, until she remembered a pair of dimples from the night before. Caroline slowly started recollecting what had happened, mortified that she told the hot guy she'd get his name on her ass.

She showered and changed, resolved to go back to the scene of embarrassment and talk to the tattoo artist. Caroline peaked through the window, seeing him talking to one of the other workers. He saw her and grinned. Her heart sped up, partly because of the grin and partly because of how mortified she was when she remembered the night before. He went out to meet her.

"Good afternoon, love" he said, "how was the rest of your night?"

"Uneventful," she said, "I'm, uh, sorry. About last night."

"No need to apologize, it was flattering really, no one's offered to tattoo my name on them before, especially not their behind."

She laughed.

"Well about that, I'm think I'm going to have to rethink that request," she said.

"Then how about I make a new request?" he said, "my next client doesn't come for another hour, would you like to grab some coffee?"

"I'd like that," she said, smiling up at him.

"But first, what's your name love?"

"Caroline," she said.

"Nice to officially meet you Caroline," he said.

Hearing her name coming from his lips made her heart flutter, and she could only imagine what hearing her name come from him under different circumstance would be like.